2018-04-01

詩 White Spider

Little white spider
on my car mirror

You are but a ghost
Still I am transfixed

Your fine threads bind what
Lies behind to now

Ghost of battles past
I look back at them

You can cling to it
Since my car is stopped
 Those who move forward
Don't have hitchhikers.


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